As the doors of a crowded BART train bound for Oakland close at the Embarcadero station, Velo plays on a portable speaker. Foggy lo-fi hip-hop fills the car like fog. The passengers instinctively back away and look away.
“Don’t try too hard do not to look at us,â says Carvel âVeloâ Crane, wearing a primary-color patchwork hoodie. He smiles to show off a set of gold teeth. âWe can make you smile. Look at us!”